The annual egg hunt went off splendidly this morning. I used those snap together plastic eggs and filled them with stickers and some chocolates. Their size and colour made it really easy for Emily this year. I'll definitely do that again next year. Yes, I am the last parent on Earth to discover these. So what? I didn't know what an iPod was until two years ago either.
Egg hunting was followed by church. As it has been for the last three weeks or so, Emily was not stellar during the service, and neither, for that matter, was Hope. Of course, I don't blame Hope for that, she is only 7 months old after all (as of yesterday, it turns out). But, Emily? She can do better. Way better.
It's hard to be motivated to keep going though when John and I have to divide and conquer and really don't even get to hear the sermon because we're managing the kids (surprisingly, this doesn't seem to bother John too much). Today was even worse because there wasn't a Children's Hour program so Emily had to either make it through the whole service (hah!) or go into the nursery or play in the hallway with all the other wayward toddlers.
We left early.
I decided to use Easter as a good segue into effective discipline and tell her that Jesus died because he wouldn't be quiet and listen in church. She cried. No harm done though, right?